In a crowded cafe, alone, together.

Talking of time gone by and time to come.

A gentle caress is all I will allow myself.

Behind these eyes a fire burns.

A passion consumes me, so strongly that I wonder how you can’t see.

I want to enter your body as you have entered my heart.

But no,…. I have patience and can wait, so I smile gently and talk softly

thanks to Michael O’Sullivan for this passionate love poem..